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More Teddy Bears

Back at the end of February I made the decision to pick up my sketch pencil and paint brush again and work my way back into some form of art – not the highbrow sort of ‘Fine Art’ produced by proper artists, but my sort, the playing around with colour and form and doodles and a certain whimsical expressionistic view of the world. It had lain fallow for a long while as I got sidetracked down various other pathways and I was feeling disconsolate with my lot and that feeling is always alleviated with a pot of paint or an assortment of coloured pencils in my hand. March, I decided, was the month! I would sketch, I would paint, I would doodle and I would put up a post every week for the whole month. And I did. But of course there were some unexpected events and unexpected posts made during the month of March, much of my output was ignored in favour of things that really matter.

So now my friends – hang in here with me – it’s catch up time!

First up – Teddy Bears.

A post or three or four back I showed you my first Teddy Bear watercolour painting, I’d had some prints made and turned them into cards. Here they are again, just to jog your memory, because I know you won’t remember her

I went on and sketched out two more Teddys – handsome fellas this time. This is the first one, worked in alcohol ink pens on yupo paper

Teddy on Yupo Paper w Alcohol Inks

I was feeling happier with the drawings. This bear looks friendly, I made another – with an even bigger tummy and trousers on this time – just to dress him up a bit more you understand ….

Teddy on 300gsm card worked in ink pens

I had prints made and produced some cards

They weren’t accused of looking slightly sinister at all this time – I got the eyes right – but it was gently suggested the tummies might be a little too round……

51 thoughts on “More Teddy Bears”

It is good medicine that you turned to in March, and at a time when you didn’t even realize how much you were going to need medicine. I’m glad art was your instinct. These bears are unique and beautiful and the bigger tummies the better!

Hi Crystal, I’m belatedly catching up on previous posts so apologies for this tardy response. Yes, you are right – it was good to have something fun to turn my hand and mind to in the immediate aftermath. Glad to hear you like these fellows 🙂

Which one would be your favourite? hmmmm….hmmmmm ?? Is it the alcohol ink Teddy? I really like how the fur looks! Just like curly Teddy Bear hair on the coveted Steiff bears. Did you know they sell for 90,000 pounds and more? I hope you’ve priced your cards accordingly, 😀 What a nice way to past the day…Siddy, O, paints, pens and hopefully nice weather still ! xo K

I like the “Pauline Blue” teddy with the very dapper outfit. And he shouldn’t lose an ounce. His belly is perfect as is. I need to remind myself to make time for creativity, as well, Pauline. Grumpiness will surely set in if I do not.

He’s my favourite too (of course) Jodie 🙂 Isn’t it interesting how it has taken so long to fully realise that if we don’t let ourselves create in our chosen platform, any platform, the grumps come down on us. I am fully balanced again simply by ensuring that part of every evening has a pencil and paper activity in it. Small joys!!

So glad you are feeling fulfilled. It’s odd how it takes discipline to do the things that make us happy.

I thought I was the only one slow to figure myself out. I have had a lifetime of creative endeavors, but they have always been “fun,” and so expendable. Three years ago (when I was 53) on of my resolutions was to do something creative every day. It was quite a revelation to consider my creativity as important for the first time ever. Of course, I have fallen short on that resolution. But I have acknowledged the importance.

You are running ahead of me Jodie – I was in my mid to late 50’s when it suddenly occurred to me I could actually make myself a whole room to work creatively in. I thought by doing so I might more readily return to my work rather than the endless set up, clear away process that stymied me. I spent the next couple of years ‘setting up’ my space, making it work for me and sometimes settling in for longish spells of creativity. By the time I hit retirement I was ready 😀 I always knew creativity was important to me but I never quite twigged that my sense of well being was so tied up in it. We are dense creatures sometimes when it comes to our own wellbeing. We spend our lives looking after others and have no clue what to do for ourselves. I was coaching women in ways to improve their lives via their thinking habits, their self care, their life styles and encouraged creativity as part of that package, but missed looking at myself. Whenever I was not creating my mood dropped, my optimism was hard to find, my contentment evaporated. It is only in the last five or so years that I have consciously observed what happens to me. I still drop out of my creative whirls but I now recognise when I must return to keep myself healthy. I’ll be 70 later this year – better late than never 😀

I rather think round tummies need to become fashionable again. Imagine Pooh bear with a flat stomach, he’d get a tattoo next and a piercing. I love the Thinking of you card. Glad you started the art again.

I couldn’t choose. It would be depending on to whom you are sending the card. But Ms. Pink needs a crown as well. I’ve had a wonderful time reading this and the comments too. Have another wonderfilled month. Hugs and love.

You raise a relevant point Marlene – suitability is crucial. I don’t know why I didn’t crown the pink fellow – and I didn’t even note the lack until you pointed it out. Thank you 🙂 Glad you had a great time rambling through and joining in too. ❤

Funny the subject of tummies came up yesterday in the context of when mine reached pan Gallactic or at least Teddyan proportions. I think they are cute … on bears. On me more a badge of indolence. I’m too vain, basically. Oh to be a teddy and happy in my spheroidal self…

They are just adorable, and I love the round tummies. Makes he think of our little furry babies, when they indulge a bit to much at times too, and their little tummies are so round, and just needs a stroke and a bit of petting to feel better.
They would all be my favourites. 🙂

😀 When he was a little chap Marlene he had a very delicate constitution and often threw up at most inconvenient times and in most inconvenient places. One night I was woken up by the familiar sound and leaping from the bed I grabbed the gagging bundle of fur and holding him well out in front of me raced to the bathroom where I deposited him in the bath in the nick of time. From that moment on he would run to the bathroom and jump into the bath – it is most convenient!! I think because I felt really bad about treating him like that I made a big fuss of him after the event, so in his mind it is a good thing to do and so it is 🙂

I knew he liked his bath but I don’t think you mentioned the other. We love Siddy stories as much as yours and all your wonderful creations. My daughter just signed up for a watercolor class, or did I already mention that? Her first attempt at creative endeavors. 😉

No, you hadn’t mentioned that Marlene – I’m really glad to hear that as it’s never too late. I hope she has a wonderful tutor and a wonderful experience and is totally delighted at how easy it is and how clever she is 🙂

Oh shame, never nice when they throw up. At least he is clever and gets into the tub. Miekie will just use the floor or worse, the carpet.
I agree, teddies must have round tummies. I tend to make mine with little fat bellies too. 🙂

These little guys have been in the honey pot! I don’t think I can choose a favorite–they’re two peas in a pod to me. I’m so glad you’re back to the artwork and the fun, and I think it’s a terrific idea to have the drawings made up into cards so other people get to see and enjoy them! Have you drawn Orlando? Siddy? I think they need to be immortalized . . .